The King Is Here!

Lyrics

Roll out the red carpet, I'ma start this A rhyme about a king, a artist and the hardest Working man in the business of beats Down my law, raw, no need to repeat What I said, you can ask Red The King ain't no joke, that's why the suckers all fled They ran away, stayed away Out of sight to see The 45 King indeed Your heinous, New York's finest Man to program beats made by science Fiction and facts, a lot of rappers rap A lot of DJs scratch and a lot sound whack To us they're suckers and can't compare Roll out the red carpet, the king is here! Yes y'all he's tall, he won't stall or fall He's got a thousand different beats and can rock them all The way he does it in a breeze with ease Makin' other DJs say "Yo man, he is fresh" The 45 King is def, the final line, cold in effect Boy I'm tellin' you straight on up He's rough and tough and knows how to cut A record collector, program director You got money put it up and I'll bet ya Winner take all, all that you got A little or a lot, you'll get rocked House waxed, taxed, you won't ever come back Jack That's how it is and it's staying like that y'all Suckers can't compare Roll out the red carpet the king is here! He's on the throne, New York is his home He's down and can hold his own Waiting the turns, never on the run Always, suckers stays like a shotgun, pump it Hardcore, raw, beats that thrill The coolest of the coolest MCs get ill Like the Brooklyn bum-rush in effect It's The 45 King and I'm Mark Fresh Hard, hittin' and kickin' it live On stage, in person, the King and I Get busy, with beats and rhymes Any town out loud bust like a 9 Times out of 10, the King will win Like I'm rollin' suckers down like a MAC-10 Automatic weapon, suckers can't compare Roll out the red carpet the king is here! Yeah, guess who else is here? In the flesh, Markey Fresh with my right hand man JJ and the 21 posse. My brother Rasheed and the Prince Street posse. And my homeboy Kool DJ Red Alert and the BDP posse. And we're getting bigger and stronger